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I see the crack that you speak of,
and you can see in me,
The jagged lines of brokeness,
as true as true can be,
It's funny how the outline of,
the seam of you that's broken,
follows the same lines of my,
fault that we have spoken
When we stand together as,
the two of us as one,
Tis then the lines seem less defined,
as though the fracture's done
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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